lcionline Chapter 197 Is it none of my business?
Chapter 197 Is it none of my business?
Shen Feiwan looked Bo Junxing up and down, her eyebrows slightly raised, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes, but not much.
She casually placed her bag on the entryway cabinet, bent down to take off her shoes, and changed her shoes with unhurried movements, as if the extra person in the room was nothing more than air.
She didn't even ask how you got in, nor did she give Bo Junxing a single extra glance.
Bo Junxing sat on the sofa, his gaze fixed on her every move like that of a hawk.
He watched her walk to the bar, pour herself a glass of water, take a piece of candy from the sugar jar, and slowly put it in her mouth.
Her figure remained as slender and graceful as ever, exuding an effortless allure with every gesture, yet she ruthlessly ignored him.
He frowned deeply, his chest aching with a tightness.
He gripped the document in his hand so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Right now, he really wanted to rush into the bathroom, grab her waist, pin her against the wall, and force her to look at him.
But he managed to hold back; he controlled his emotions and the urges that were about to burst forth.
He was consumed by hatred, revenge, and the desire to bite her to death and kill her mercilessly.
He suppressed all of this deep inside.
Soon, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Shen Feiwan came out.
She casually tied her long, curly hair into a low ponytail, revealing her smooth forehead and slender neck, which made her look less charming and more aloof.
She walked straight to the single sofa opposite Bo Junxing, sat down gracefully, and tapped the armrest of the sofa lightly with her fingertips, her tone indifferent.
"Is President Bo planning to make headlines tomorrow by sneaking into a single woman's room in the middle of the night?"
Bo Junxing stared at her, his eyes as deep as the night.
Suddenly, he threw the documents in his hand onto the coffee table, scattering the papers and photos with a soft rustling sound.
A mocking smile curled at the corner of his lips, his voice as cold as ice, "Not as thirsty as Miss Shen, with her sneaky photos and medical reports. You've only been divorced for a few days, and you're already eager to find a man who looks so much like your ex-husband. Does your current husband, Lin Zhiyuan, know about this?"
Shen Feiwan glanced at the things on the coffee table; they were Su Qingyuan's files, which Hua Ling had given her before.
She chuckled lightly, her tone tinged with a hint of mockery, "I didn't expect that Mr. Bo not only breaks into other people's rooms but also likes to rummage through their things. What, investigating so thoroughly, is it because you still have feelings for me?"
Bo Junxing sneered, his gaze sharp as a knife. "I only realized how perverse your tastes were after seeing it. Your new man looks like your ex-husband, but his name is like your current husband's. What, is that particularly exciting in bed?"
What is all this nonsense... Shen Feiwan rolled her eyes, speechless. "None of your business."
Bo Junxing narrowed his eyes, a meaningful smile playing on his lips. "It's none of my business, but it's none of my business either."
"!!!" Shen Feiwan was shocked. What was he saying? Did he mean what she thought he meant?
Finally, I saw a slight change in the expression on her face.
Bo Junxing squinted, still sitting casually on the sofa with his long legs crossed, his whole body exuding an extremely low aura.
He asked Shen Feiwan in a very serious tone, "What's wrong? Isn't this none of my business? I've been in there before, and you begged me to go in, have you forgotten? So, out of the three men, which one do you like the most? Who's bigger, who's longer, who gives you more pleasure?"
Shen Feiwan frowned deeply, feeling offended. "Are you sick? What are you talking about?"
Bo Junxing sneered, "What's wrong? When you want to sleep with me, these dirty words are considered flirtatious, but when you don't want to sleep with me, they're considered sexual harassment? How can you be so fickle? You used to call me Dr. Bo a lot when we played role-playing games, but now it seems that your Dr. Su isn't coming to see you anymore. Can you stand being alone?"
"..." Hearing this, Shen Feiwan's emotions had stabilized, but she still couldn't help rolling her eyes. "It's best if you have that self-awareness. Also, whether I can stand loneliness or not has nothing to do with you, my ex-husband. That's something my current husband should be considering."
After she finished speaking, she casually pointed behind her and said, "The door is over there. Go by yourself. Otherwise, I'll have to call the police."
Bo Junxing sneered, "Call the police? Call what? I didn't do anything to you. You left the door open when you went out. I just had a few too many drinks and went into the wrong room."
"You're playing this trick on me, aren't you?" Shen Feiwan raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on her lips. "Bo Junxing, what exactly are you trying to do? What brings you here? Are you jealous because I'm seeing a young, handsome guy?"
“Shen Feiwan,” Bo Junxing’s eyes suddenly turned cold, “Stop trying to make yourself look good. What do you have that I’d be jealous of? Do you think I can’t live without you?”
Shen Feiwan chuckled lightly, "Then what are you doing here? Are you upset about your investment failure and want to teach me a lesson? Then go and fight me in the business world. What's the point of coming to my room in the middle of the night to wait for me?"
As she spoke, she casually tossed a strand of hair across her chest with her fingertips, "Bo Junxing, I did let you in before, but when I don't want you in, you'd better stay away from me, understand?"
"Otherwise what?" Bo Junxing stood up and took a few steps closer to Shen Feiwan. "What if I insist on blocking you? What can you do to me?"
Shen Feiwan showed no fear whatsoever, even tilting her head slightly with a hint of provocation in her eyes, "That depends on how you plan to block it."
Bo Junxing sneered, placing his hands on the sofa armrests to trap Shen Feiwan between himself and the sofa.
He looked down at her, his eyes fixed on her like those of a prey with nowhere to escape. "Of course, the first thing to do is shut your mouth up there."
After he finished speaking, he reached out and grabbed Shen Feiwan's neck, intending to hold her down.
Shen Feiwan sneered, and quickly and accurately extended two fingers, stabbing them directly into Bo Junxing's eyes without any mercy.
Bo Junxing groaned, immediately took two steps back, and covered his eyes. The pain made him grit his teeth, "Shen, Fei, Wan!"
“I’m here,” Shen Feiwan said, still sitting motionless. “I’ve said it before, I won’t hold back. And I usually go straight for the kill.”
Shen Feiwan's phone suddenly rang. She looked down and saw that it was a message from Chen Youen.
She replied casually to a few words, and after finishing the conversation, she looked up and found that Bo Junxing was still there.
Her brows furrowed immediately. "Why haven't you left yet?"
Bo Junxing covered his eyes and squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, "I can't see!"
Shen Feiwan sneered, cursed "Serves you right," then stood up and walked to Bo Junxing, reaching straight into his pants pocket.
Bo Junxing looked down in her direction and asked, "What are you doing?"
Shen Feiwan had already taken out his phone and said coldly, "Go all the way."
After saying that, she held her phone up to him and said, "Unlock."
Bo Junxing gritted his teeth, "I can't see!"
"…………" Shen Feiwan impatiently pulled away his hands covering his eyes, "Then put your hands out."
Shen Feiwan was stunned for a moment when her hand was pulled away.
She saw bloodstains on Bo Junxing's face, which must have come from his eyes.
"Could he be blind?" Shen Feiwan wondered. Her new manicure, though long, was already quite nice; none of them were pointed.
Shen Feiwan quickly unlocked the phone with Bo Junxing's fingerprint, opened his call log, and dialed his assistant's number.
The call was answered almost immediately.
Shen Feiwan got straight to the point, "I am Shen Feiwan. Come to my room and pick up your boss."
After saying that, she hung up the phone.
Bo Junxing's assistant lived on the 35th floor and came up in no time.
As soon as he entered the room, he saw that Bo Junxing had his eyes closed and blood on his face.
He was both shocked and anxious. "Mr. Bo, what's wrong? Can you still see?"
Bo Junxing did not answer, but simply said indifferently, "Go to the hospital."
The assistant didn't have time to ask any more questions and quickly took Bo Junxing's arm, helping him carefully walk out.
Shen Feiwan followed and closed the door, saying to Bo Junxing's retreating figure, "Remember today's lesson, and don't make trouble for yourself next time."
Bo Junxing paused for a moment, then said, "Shen Feiwan, I'm not done with you yet."
"Why bother? What good will you get from me?"
Bo Junxing ignored her, and even though he couldn't see the road clearly, his steps were not at all disheveled.
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Shen Feiwan heard from Shu Yao that Bo Junxing had withdrawn his investment from Zhichuang.
As for what will happen to Zhichuang, no one cares anymore.
Shen Feiwan stayed in Huashi for a few more days and successfully reached a cooperation agreement with Chudian Technology.
On the day she left, Shu Yao and the three handsome guys from Chudian Technology offered to see her off, but she politely declined.
But to her surprise, as soon as she stepped off the elevator that morning, she saw three handsome men from Chudian Technology already waiting in the lobby. Upon seeing her, the three immediately strode over to greet her.
Shen Feiwan smiled helplessly, "Didn't I tell you to mind your own business and not to come and deliver it?"
One of them blurted out, "But we're not busy today."
Another person chimed in, "Even if you're busy, you can still find the time. The client is going home; how can we not offer anything?"
As he spoke, he handed over an exquisite gift box, saying, "This is just a small token of our appreciation; I'm sure you'll like it, Miss Shen."
Since the gift box had already been delivered to the hotel, Shen Feiwan had no choice but to accept it. "You're too kind. But it would be best if you could entice me with a share of the profits by the end of next year."
As she spoke, she glanced at her watch and said, "I have to catch a flight today, so I won't chat with you any longer."
Another handsome guy immediately reached out to pull her suitcase, saying, "Then we'll take you to the airport."
"No need, the hotel has already arranged a car for me. You just need to focus on your company and project matters."
"We'll help you put your luggage in the car."
Three handsome men surrounded Shen Feiwan, their enthusiasm almost overwhelming. Shen Feiwan was led towards the door by them, feeling somewhat helpless.
This scene drew envious glances from many guests passing by in the hotel lobby.
Some people, however, looked grim—Bo Junxing happened to be passing through the hotel lobby when he saw this scene and frowned deeply.